First thing of the day was to post some postcards.
\nGot the street wrong initially, but it turns out that\u00a0P\u00f3sth\u00fasstr\u00e6ti means pretty much what it looks like, and connected to the parallel street where the post office lives.<\/p>\n
They had one of the ‘take a number’ systems, which I’ve not used since … Perth, I think. They had one at the diver licencing centre, and at the place you signed up for medical stuff.<\/p>\n
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Helped a couple of folks from the USA, who’d arrived at sparrowsfart, lug their suitcases up eleventy-billion steps, and took the opportunity to photograph the stairwell.<\/p>\n
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My one scheduled thing of the day was also my last tourist thing; A walking tour of Reykjavik, by the folks from CityWalk<\/a>, guided by Eir\u00edkur.<\/p>\n It was a good tour, and runs on the ‘Pay What You Want’ model, with an added ‘In whatever currency you like’ option to catch the unprepared tourist.\u00a0By parts historical, cultural, and comedic, the ‘any questions’ sessions veered steadily further away from what we were looking at & into general Icelandic society & culture.<\/p>\n I didn’t know that Iceland transitioned from being a sovereign state joined with\u00a0Denmark to being\u00a0an\u00a0independent republic during WW2, when Denmark was under Nazi occupation and there wasn’t a damn thing they could do about it.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n Well worth it, I think.<\/p>\n And that’s about it.<\/p>\n I checked in on the gear box while I was finishing up & donating any leftover food, and Little Red lasted less than 24 hours before being nabbed.<\/p>\n Showered, packed my bags, and shifted them down to the lobby in the evening.<\/p>\n I actually had this whole night booked, thanks to not paying quite enough attention to how long it’d take to get to the airport, how far in advance they suggest you get there, and what time the flight left. Ended up chatting with some folks\u00b9 the next table over, who’d been horrified to discover that everyone else in their room was asleep at 8pm, and had no interest in the worryingly lage bottle of duty-free vodka. This isn’t a party hostel, but there are some limits to how far in the other direction it’s reasonable to go, and lights out at 2000h is too damn far.<\/p>\n \u00b9 A nurse from Ireland, and a student from Canada<\/p><\/blockquote>\n Went for a midnight wander through Reykjavik, mostly to see what was happening. And Harpa<\/a>, the concert hall\/conference centre, looking … alien?<\/p>\n After that, I just loitered in the lobby, chatted to the lady on the night desk about travel in general and Iceland in particular. The bus turned up somewhere between 0200 & 0230, as expected, and collected a few others along the way, including;<\/p>\n Big Red apparently blended in with the luggage bay lining of the shuttlebus, and nearly got left behind; If I hadn’t checked, …<\/p>\n Dunk-Kazahk passed out on the bus on the way to the airport, and we had to take turns stopping him from collapsing out into the aisle & the seat opposite on the sharper turns. Then we couldn’t wake him at the airport. No idea whether he made it onto his plane, or even through passport control.<\/p>\n
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\nSleeping in the room would have involved getting up no later than 0300, which seems obnoxious; It’s a pointless amount of sleep, particularly if you’re me, and it’s a marvelous way to wake everyone else up as you rummage around trying to find all of your stuff.
\nI’ve done the 0600 variant\u00a0(in San Francisco)<\/em>, but this … was too early, so I shifted down to the lobby and hung out there for a few hours.<\/p>\n
\nNot much, though I did get a somewhat creepy picture of S\u00f3lfar<\/a>.<\/p>\n<\/p>\n
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\nShe described some aspects of the language which seem mindbogglingly complex, to do with conjugations based on gender, numbers up to four, and something to do with the type of verb which I really didn’t understand.<\/p>\n\n
\nThe driver managed it, mostly by being unconcerned about shaking him awake; If that hadn’t worked, I fully expected the next move to be dragging him out by his heels & dropping him in a puddle.<\/p>\n
\nI wouldn’t have let him into a taxi in that condition, let alone an\u00a0aircraft – Booze and altitude do\u00a0not<\/strong> mix well, as any number of “air rage” and other incidents have shown.
\nThis is vaguely relevant, but only vaguely – Take A Picture<\/a>
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